Rise of the Otherworld.

Although Zhang Hao and Li Yue were out of danger, they still needed a long period of rest. They lay in their hospital beds, weak and pale. The room was filled with the faint aroma of herbs, and the sunlight filtered through the cracks in the window, shining on them but unable to bring much warmth.

Lin Yu would come to visit every day, bringing the sect's care and the latest news. His footsteps sounded softly in the corridor, and every time he came, a warm current surged in Zhang Hao and Li Yue's hearts.

"You rest assured and recover. Everything in the sect is slowly returning to normal." Lin Yu said, his voice gentle and powerful. He sat by the bed, his eyes full of concern and relief.

Zhang Hao nodded slightly, his voice weak but firm: "Master, this time we were successful thanks to everyone's concerted efforts. If it weren't for the timely support of everyone from Xuantian Sect, the consequences would be disastrous." A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but more of it was gratitude towards the sect.

Li Yue also said softly: "But we have also paid a heavy price. In the future, when facing such situations, we must be more cautious. We can't always rely on luck and desperate efforts. We must have more comprehensive plans and strategies." She frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

Lin Yu agreed: "This time we have indeed realized the power and cunning of the mysterious organization. We need to further enhance the strength and response strategies of the sect. We can no longer let our disciples sacrifice in vain. Every life is a precious treasure of the sect." His eyes revealed a firm determination to make Xuantianmen even stronger.

During their recovery, Zhang Hao and Li Yue were also busy. They reflected on every detail of the battle, summarizing the lessons learned. Zhang Hao often recalled the intense battle alone in the dead of night, every move and every response flashing through his mind.

"If I had discovered the enemy's weakness faster, I might not have been injured so badly." Zhang Hao said self-blamingly, his fists clenched tightly, dissatisfied with his performance.

Li Yue comforted him: "Don't say that, everyone has tried their best. And we have successfully destroyed the refining of the magic weapon, which is the most important thing. In such a critical situation, it is not easy for us to do this." Her voice was gentle, like a spring breeze blowing through Zhang Hao's heart.

Meanwhile, Xuantian Sect was also undergoing post-war reconstruction and reorganization. The elders intensified their disciples' training, improving their combat capabilities. On the training grounds, the disciples' shouts echoed, their clothes drenched in sweat, but no one complained of fatigue. Everyone knew that only by becoming stronger could they protect the sect.

New fortifications were also being built at a rapid pace, skilled craftsmen were busy working, the solid city walls were getting higher and thicker little by little, and various defensive formations were being carefully arranged.

Those disciples who performed well in the battle were commended and rewarded by the sect. Their names were engraved on the sect's honor roll, inspiring more people to practice hard and contribute to the sect.

After a period of recuperation, Zhang Hao and Li Yue gradually recovered. They could feel their strength slowly returning to their bodies, and each breath became smoother.

"I can finally stand up again." Zhang Hao stretched his body, feeling the long-lost strength. He stretched his limbs, as if to release all the frustration he had been holding back for a while.

Li Yue smiled and said, "Yes, we must recover our cultivation as soon as possible and cannot let the sect fall into danger again." There was a firm light in her eyes, and her heart was full of expectations and determination for the future.

They began to practice simple exercises, starting with the most basic exercises, and gradually regained their former state. Each practice made them feel tired, but they never gave up, encouraging and supporting each other.

On a sunny day, Zhang Hao and Li Yue came to the martial arts training ground. Looking at the disciples who were training hard, their hearts were filled with hope.

"The future of Xuantianmen depends on everyone," said Zhang Hao.

Li Yue nodded: "We can't fall behind either. We must make progress together with everyone."

They joined the training team and worked hard for the future of Xuantian Sect together with the disciples.